Apresiasi REAKSI: The Untold Him

II

The Untold Him

Oleh: N. Gie

In the chapel of his chest, a prayer burns backward 

an echo too ashamed to rise. 

The incense curls like regret, 

veiling the ghost of a name he never spoke aloud. 

He wears virtue like a borrowed robe, 

its hem frayed by the thought of her. 

Each vow trembles, 

spilling sin into the corners of his mouth 

where truth once slept, untouched. 

The stained glass weeps crimson and gold, 

painting his silence as something holy. 

Outside, the bells choke on midnight, 

their clangor bent like his devotion. 

He kneels, 

not before God 

but before the memory of what could not be forgiven. 

And in that quiet kneeling, 

his hands so clean, so trembling 

learn that love, too, can poison. 

When dawn come down, 

he stands, 

a man resurrected only to fall again. 

Each breath another confession 

the world will never hear.

Filosofi:
This is a tragic, introspective reflection mirroring The Untold Her, steeped in the same sacred-sinful aura. Same world, but different soul.